[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
Well I heard like group of cows
That all your enimies wanna shoot you down
They got ak 47's and a bunch of mac 11's
Semi automatic weapons that produce ka pows
Word on the street is, they all got heatas
They gon hit you up and you ain't even gon see it
You gotta lot of money, I ain't tryna be funny
But they say where you goin, you ain't even gon need it
They see you ridin round, shinin with your fine round diamonds
Pretty green eyed lady
Been on tha sideline poutin, while you primetime poppin
Hungry niggas want a peice of your pastry
I suggest you protect your bakery
Cause they comin for your head,
And it's a bounty on that chain that's hangin from your neck
They said
[Chorus:]
I don't know
What you been told in your ear, but I hear it's goin down
Sombody gotta
DIE!
Don't know what you been told in your ear, but business goin round
Sombody gotta
DIE!
[Verse 2: GemStones]
Hitta nigga with tha mini mac strap, clap
Any nigga think he gettin keys down here
Any meeta, any nigga gettin money, or my honey, man heard micheal young is the reclown? here
Run up on a nigga from tha back with a mac
Or be strapped cause a nigga finna squeeze off 10
Run up on his nigga lac ratta tat tat,
Click clack where this nigga at
I need sin
Shit is goin down if I see him
Bump a nigga out like oxy ten
And keep a couple of dollas up in tha wallet
To pay they cops so they can never box me in
DIE!
That's what I'm thinkin
While ridin around polishin this big pistol
I'm a catch him in tha wind
Pray tha gun don't jam
So until we meet again
Nigga it's cool!
[Chorus:]
I don't know
What you been told in your ear, but I hear it's goin down
Sombody gotta
DIE!
Don't know what you been told in your ear, but business goin round
Sombody gotta
DIE!
(lupe chatter)
Man, man you can't beleive none of that. Man you need just need to, you just need to relax man. Trust me
[Verse 3:]
[Lupe Fiasco:]
Don't pay them niggas no mind
They hatin on you ain't nobody witta shotty
Planin on doin a robbery
Itchin to catch a body
Creepin in a stolen jalopy
Out there waitin on you
[GemStones:]
Sittin in a stolen car, finna rob this nigga
Should I let the mini mac or tha shotgun hit him?
I been waitin all day tryna spot this nigga
I can't let him get away, I'm gon pop this nigga! UHHHH
[Lupe Fiasco:]
Plus they don't know about the choppa in tha trunk
Tha glocks in a box and tha nine on tuck
The bullet proof glass the 40's in tha stash
You pull tha steerin wheel and it pop on up
[GemStones:]
40 caliber stashed up in tha stash box
Bullet proof windows, you couldn't break em with a padlock
Ak in tha trunk, where tha sounds bump
Two twin glock 40's and a nine and this damn clock?
[Lupe Fiasco:]
Maaaaaaan
We tryna go up in this club
Show a little love
Get a few drinks
Holla at some girls
Snatch up a pair
Leave outta there
Put some dro in tha air
And then go and get some grub
[GemStones:]
We finna go up in tha club
Show a little love
Get a few drinks
Holla at some girls
Snatch up a pair
Leave outta there
Put some dro in tha air
And then catch a few slugs
[Lupe Fiasco:]
Ay pull over right here, I gotta take a pee
And don't go nowhere nigga wait for me
And if some niggas do kill you in the next few minutes
Just remember my nigga it's a heaven for a G.
[music stops]
(The cool plays on the radio inside of a car)
[Lupe Fiasco:]
Ay ay hold this right there.
I'll be, I'll be right back I gotta take a piss man hold on.
Fa sho. Ay man, ay don't leave I'll be right back.
Ay don't leave I'll be back.
[GemStones:]
Hurry your ass up man. Damn.
Coolest nigga what, coolest nigga what, coolest nigga what.
Hustla for life!
Ay man, nigga hurry your ass up. Shit.
I'm a cool ass nigga man.
Fuckin three in tha mornin.
I'm tha coolest muthafucka in tha world man.
Niggas ain't fuckin with me man.
Nigga I'm high, smokin. Fly ass car.
I run these muthafuckin streets, and these niggas out here lookin for me. Man I wish a muthafucka would...
Ay nigga hurry your ass up, nigga. Damn
[footsteps and a gun cocking]
[random voice]What's up now nigga?
Ain't to cool now is you nigga?